MAAMANNAN – Raasa Kannu Lyrics (IND)
Tanthana thaana thana thathnana thaana
Tanthana thaana thana thathnana thaana
Tanthana thaana tanthana thaana
Tanthana thaana tanthana thaana
Tanthana thaana tanthana thaana
Malaiyiladhaan thee pidilidhu raasa
En manasukulla vedivedikidhu raasa
Malaiyiladhaan thee pidilidhu raasa
En manasukulla vedivedikidhu raasa
Thavuleduthu thaalam adi raasa na
Thannanaa thannanaa paaduven raasa
Thavuleduthu thaalam adi raasa na
Thannanaa thannanaa paaduven raasa
Kuchchikulla kedandha sanam
Koni saakula surunda sanam
Panjam pasi paartha sanam
Padai irundhum bayandha sanam
Patta kaayam ethanaiyo raasa
Adha solliputta aaridumo raasa
Aaridumo raasa aaridumo raasa
Aaridumo raasa
Kaatukulla karuvamulla raasa
Naama kaal nadakka paadhaiyaache raasa
Kaatukulla karuvamulla raasa
Naama kaal nadakka paadhaiyaache raasa
Nadandha paadha athaniyilum raasa
Adhula velipottu marichadhaaru raasa
Thikkudesa theriyalaye raasa
Adha thedi thedi thiriyirome raasa
Patta kaayam ethanaiyo raasa
Adha solli aaridumo raasa
Malaiyiladhaan thee pidilidhu raasa
En manasukulla vedivedikidhu raasa
Malaiyiladhaan thee pidilidhu raasa
En manasukulla vedivedikidhu raasa
Thavuleduthu thaalam adi raasa na
Thannanaa thannanaa paaduven raasa
Thavuleduthu thaalam adi raasa na
Thannanaa thannanaa paaduven raasa
Kuchchikulla kedandha sanam
Koni saakula surunda sanam
Panjam pasi paartha sanam
Padai irundhum bayandha sanam
Patta kaayam ethanaiyo raasa
Adha solliputta aaridumo raasa
Aaridumo raasa aaridumo raasa
Aaridumo raasa kannu
Tanthana thaana thana thathnana thaana
Tanthana thaana thana thathnana thaana
Tanthana thaana tanthana thaana
Tanthana thaana tanthana thaana
Tanthana thaana tanthana thaana
Lyrics English Translation:
The hill is on fire, dear son,
And my heart bursts into flames
The hill is on fire, dear son,
And my heart bursts into flames
Pick up the drum and beat up a tempo
I shall sing out my heart that reels in sorrow
Pick up the drum and beat up a tempo
I shall sing out my heart that reels in sorrow
The ones who lived shrivelled and shrunken
The ones who huddled in hardship
The ones who have known famine and hunger
They are an army, yet are fearful
Wounds aplenty, dear son
Would speaking of it make them heal?
Would they heal?
Would they heal?
Would they heal, my dear son?
A patch of thorns in the wilderness
turned a path as we trod on
A patch of thorns in the wilderness
turned a path as we trod on
All those paths we tread,
who has blocked with a fence?
Knowing not where to head
We roam hither and thither
Wounds aplenty, dear son
Would speaking of it make them heal?
The hill is on fire, dear son,
And my heart bursts into flames
The hill is on fire, dear son,
And my heart bursts into flames
Pick up the drum and beat up a tempo
I shall sing out my heart that reels in sorrow
Pick up the drum and beat up a tempo
I shall sing out my heart that reels in sorrow
The ones who lived shrivelled and shrunken
The ones who huddled in hardship
The ones who have known famine and hunger
They are an army, yet are fearful
Wounds aplenty, dear
Would speaking of it make them heal?
Would they heal?
Would they heal?
Would they heal, my dear son?
Wounds aplenty, dear son
Would speaking of it make them heal?.